『Prologue』

Sam was a man whore; he didn't care if anyone around him knew; he reveled in it. Sam relished the attention he received, finding it an extra source of excitement. He was open to romantic encounters with anyone, regardless of their gender, and his focus was solely on fulfilling his desires. Sam possessed a charming charisma that could lead someone to the bedroom after just a conversation, and that's where his problems often began.

He didn't care who he slept with, married or single, as long as they met his criteria. It was this indiscriminate approach to his romantic encounters that frequently led him into trouble, and tonight was one of those. Usually they would get caught the spouses would fight, and Sam would leave, but this time it was different.

, he felt a sudden, sharp pain. His vision blurred, and the world spun out of control. He looked down to see the gleam of a knife's blade emerging from his neck. Shock and pain surged as he stumbled, collapsing to the floor.

The enraged spouse, driven by jealousy and betrayal, had caught him off guard. The vengeful woman didn't stop at the initial blow. She ripped the knife free and struck again, repeatedly, each cruel stab a testament to her anger and the consequences of Sam's reckless lifestyle.

Blood pooled around Sam as his life hung by a thread, the room now a nightmarish tableau of violence and passion. His breath grew shallow, and his vision faded as the darkness around him closed in. Each agonizing moment was a testament to the price of his heedless promiscuity.

His mind danced between regret and acceptance as the world faded to black. The consequences of his actions had finally caught up with him, and there was no escaping the reckoning brought forth by the vengeful spouse. Impulsive choices had defined Sam's life, and now, on this fateful night, he paid the price....

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In the blink of an eye, Sam had gone from total darkness to standing before the most stunning woman he'd ever seen. He couldn't help but gape, and it wasn't just because of her beauty. The lady introduced herself as Aphrodite, no less than the goddess of love and lust.

Sam, still dumbfounded, finally managed to blurt out, "Aphrodite? Am I... am I dead or something? Is this like the afterlife or one of those wild dreams?"

Aphrodite laughed, her laughter as enchanting as her appearance. "Oh, honey, you're not dead. You've got yourself a second shot at life, and I'm here with a proposal. You've lived quite the life full of passion and desire, but it's time for a new chapter. I can offer you a fresh start, one where you'll be tested and changed."

Sam's confusion was getting replaced with intrigue. "A new life, you say? What's that all about? What do you want from me?"

" I want you to live a debaucherous life. You are one of the few mortals who revel in lust and live off it, so I want nothing just for you to entertain me; I'll send you to a new world, one you are fairly familiar with, To give you a serving shot, I'll make you into one of my children along with an incubus, so what do you say sam" Aphrodite proposed.

Sam gazed at Aphrodite, his mind racing. The prospect of becoming one of her children and an incubus, living a life drenched in passion and pleasure, was tantalizing. After a brief moment of contemplation, he couldn't resist the offer.

"I say... let the debauchery begin," he replied with a wicked grin. Aphrodite's laughter filled the space around them as their agreement was sealed.

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Sam gasped for breath, his head throbbing intensely. The overwhelming brightness seemed to bear the weight of all existence, and it disarmed his senses, leaving him disoriented. It felt like the worst headache he had ever experienced.

The blinding light faded, and Sam found himself in a different setting. He blinked, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He found himself in an unfamiliar bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, adorned with unfamiliar decor and furnishings. Sam's heart raced as confusion and curiosity surged within him.

Seeing himself in the mirror as Matt Donovan, a surge of memories flooded Sam's mind. The guy's entire life story was downloaded into his brain. Talk about an instant identity crisis! The influx of memories was seriously overwhelming and came with a massive headache.

Sam clutched his head, trying to understand this bizarre situation. Was he Matt Donovan now? The guy's memories and emotions were all mixing up with his own, creating a chaotic mess in his brain.

Sam couldn't help it; the rush of memories and the strange transition overwhelmed him. He quickly dashed to the bathroom and threw up, his body rejecting the sudden influx of emotions and experiences. After a few agonizing moments, he returned to the room, his face still pale, and sat down to regain his composure.

The abrupt transition into Matt Donovan's life was disorienting, but he needed to figure out where he was in the storyline. He couldn't help but chuckle at the old, beat-up phone he found. A glance at the date, March 1st, 2009, told him he was a couple of months before of the plot's timeline.